One hundred dollars reward for his capture. If know his whereabouts, wire at once."
"That upsets one of my theories," thought Frank. "Markham has not been captured for the reward."
Brandon was his next town. The day following he made Essex. He was pretty tired as he drove to its livery stable, about eight o'clock in the evening.
After supper he went to the local hotel, and asked if there was any mail for Frank Newton.
"No," replied the clerk whom he questioned, "but here's a telegram been waiting here for you since noon."
"Thank you for your trouble," said Frank, rather anxiously tearing open the yellow envelope.
"That's all right," nodded the hotel clerk. "Good news, I reckon?" he smiled, as Frank's face lit up magically at a hasty personal of the message.
"I should say so!" declared Frank.
The message was from Darry Haven, at Pleasantville, and it read:
"Come home at once. Money found."
